"Are you absolutely sure about what you're saying?" Alpha Landon of the Crimson Pack growled, his voice low and quivering with tightly restrained fury. He stood tall before the wide glass window of his office, where misty white clouds slowly crept over the forest that blanketed their territory.
Behind him stood Elder Rowan, his shoulders slightly hunched in deference but his gaze unwavering, firm, serious, and burning with conviction.
"Yes, Alpha," Rowan replied with calm defiance. "I heard it clearly with my own ears. Elder Max shouted it in front of everyone. He called her the 'Fire Wolf'… the Luna of the Silvermoon Pack."
A deafening silence fell over the room.
Landon didn't move. But his jaw clenched tighter with each passing second, the tension building like thunder on t
